Upon hearing Zhou Yan's questions, Lee Ran remained silent except for a slight pause when he spoke.
Zhou Yan was suddenly overtaken by sadness.
He saw his master, he saw his own brother, but like the Lei Yan King, these were but a wisp of guardian will left behind, having long since passed away.
What was left was a pure energy, imbued with a trace of spiritual wisdom, guarding Zhou Yan as he grew. When certain conditions for activation were met, this energy would manifest, answering and clearing his doubts in a similar manner.
It was like a pre-designed ancient array, a puppet.
The pain in Zhou Yan's heart was indescribable.
Lee Ran's apparition paused for a moment, his gaze clearing slightly as he said, "The seasons change, and customs transform with the wind."
"Change, it is never merely a simple word. This word, in the Tai Chu Rune, implicitly represents 'transformation,' 'dragon veins,' 'substitution,' 'derivation'—'change' is derivation, and to derive is to innovate.
